Scanning The Horizon Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Scanning The Horizon
Sorrowfully hurt beyond repair, fragmented, broken, left to
despair, no life within left to care.
Looking out over Phoenix, seeing nothing as I did in 1961,
all has changed, nothing for the good.
Joyous seconds not in sight, little happiness in life,
scanning the horizon, seeing the pollution, hazy over the
city, programming our lungs for years of asthma or worse.
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